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518 · Jun 2015
im made out of paper
siphelele Jun 2015
society scrambles me up,throws me in the gutter,tear up my lines of imperfection,making bruise and bleed easily.
I feel the pain you instill in me when you move your words of sorrow and pain across me,I feel the pain that comes with the mean words,I feel your anger running across me,but why hurt me?
can't I be treated like a living being?
can't I live in this morden society?,just because im made out of paper??
it's sad how we live in this morden society, pleasing other specimen, for what?? why?? all in the name of fittung in...?
siphelele Aug 2022
I used to be an emotional writer, in touch with my feelings. I remember my dad once said to me, "Son stop wearing your heart on your sleeve, STOP BEING AN EMOTIONAL LOVER." I used to be an emotional writer, I remember the 1st poem I ever wrote, it was dedicated to this girl I never knew, just that she was a bit older then me and more experienced when it came to "loving someone." I was a love sick puppy when it came to her, the poem I wrote to her consisted of 3 pages that were once blank but later on filled to the brim back and forth. The only response I got from her was, "Oh okay," sad right? I know, I know, I probably shouldn't have settled for that response but then again I didn't know her and she didn't know me either, a sad "love story" if you could call it that. I used to be an emotional writer, I once remember this one time when I poured out my undying love for my
340 · May 2015
the greatest. ..
siphelele May 2015
last night I told myself
i am ready to write my
next piece,
but when I had the
pen in my hand,
my hand started to shiver
because I wasn't ready to
be the next Dickinson Emily or Maya Angelou
I simply couldn't be
The Greatest
#ink
134 · May 2018
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siphelele May 2018
She's my starlight,my african melanin queen
She's my moonlight in the most darkest of days
My sanctified Angel with her melanin touch
Afro-centric,loving,caring black sister,feminine black sister
She's my world,i hear echos of her voice through every corner
Without her i feel paralyzed and helpless like a blind man trying to learn how to do things for himself for the first time
I feel flowers growing in me each time i see your angelic face,i feel like you pass through the process of photosynthesis into my body,allowing growth to take place
You are my wonder woman,my everlasting joy,my world

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